is this the cat you're looking for?
she has silky, wavy fur; white as you'd been told, emerald, sparkling eyes as you've known.
she is the one who knows of Deux.
you are sure.
...
she says nothing at first.
before you can open your mouth, she speaks.
"why are you here?"
you tell her the truth; of your wish to find the oddly-marked cat; how there are none of his kind - how you are interested in his tales.
she closes her eyes.
"the fickle traveller, you ask?
he comes and goes, does what he pleases.
they call him deux; 'two'
promising to stay, but disappearing through the breezes
fickle in heart, tempest of mind
but if you truly wish to seek
down in the land where no life grows
a fallen kingdom, so to speak."
and just as quickly as she came, she leaves.
you march on.
you know where you're going.
